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blodeueddBefore I write anything else, I just want to say how much fun writing here is, and how gratifying it is to know that some people care enough to read it! Since something like this, especially the stuff I'm recording, is pure self-indulgence, of course; it's not as though I actually have important news to impart, aside from the wet 'n' wild shower adventures that don't happen outside my head, which I don't write about anyway. Hah!
Being in the middle of a major room-cleaning operation has its moments of shame like you wouldn't believe. I thank the stars I'm doing this alone. I shudder to think of who would be looking through my stuff and reading some of this dreck if I suddenly dropped dead. Can a corpse wither with embarrassment? I found such pieces of supremely bad drivel, abominable adolescent poetry that will have to burn. The garbage or the recycling bin are just too good for them.
Thankfully, there's not *too* much of that, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that a couple of stories I had written for an English class in cégep are half-decent, and would probably satisfy me after a few revisions. If I cut half the sentiment out of them, that is; I've acquired an aversion to melodrama and over-emphasis that makes me want to get out the scalpel and excise it as much as possible when I look back through my old stuff, which has a marked tendency to stating the obvious as well as to unnecessary repetition. I didn't do much more than glance at the poetry, but I'm sure it'll be full of surprises of the "Did I really write that?!" (in both the good and bad sense) variety.
Man, I love Belly. Super-Connected is playing at the moment, and I still want to make a Utena music video to it. A Utena/Anthy & Juri/Shiori video, that is. The lyrics couldn't be any more appropriate, and every time I hear them I think of all the great scenes from the series and movie that could be used. Anthy wearing the table cloth, movie-Shiori with wings, Juri's clothes on the floor, Anthy/Shiori breaking Utena's/Juri's heart...
(...)
So you're super-connected now
All the freaks gather 'round
And the crowd in your bedroom waits
For a piece of your personal space
Are there heart-strings connected
To the wings you got slapped on your back?
Better climb in a window 'cos I'm closing the door...
On your third broken window
With your hair full of glass
Saw your clothes in the hallway
Just a curtain on your back
(...)
Are there heart-strings connected
To the poisons coming out of your mouth?
Are you super-connected?
Are you super-connected now?
(...)
A quick note in closing: I watched the first part of the television adaptation of "The Mists of Avalon" that aired on CTV this evening. The second part follows this coming Saturday. I won’t say too much about it yet, except that Viviane and Morgaine are supposed to be extremely short, and Viviane has BLACK HAIR! Not red, black! And why the hell is she wearing so much makeup?
Being in the middle of a major room-cleaning operation has its moments of shame like you wouldn't believe. I thank the stars I'm doing this alone. I shudder to think of who would be looking through my stuff and reading some of this dreck if I suddenly dropped dead. Can a corpse wither with embarrassment? I found such pieces of supremely bad drivel, abominable adolescent poetry that will have to burn. The garbage or the recycling bin are just too good for them.
Thankfully, there's not *too* much of that, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that a couple of stories I had written for an English class in cégep are half-decent, and would probably satisfy me after a few revisions. If I cut half the sentiment out of them, that is; I've acquired an aversion to melodrama and over-emphasis that makes me want to get out the scalpel and excise it as much as possible when I look back through my old stuff, which has a marked tendency to stating the obvious as well as to unnecessary repetition. I didn't do much more than glance at the poetry, but I'm sure it'll be full of surprises of the "Did I really write that?!" (in both the good and bad sense) variety.
Man, I love Belly. Super-Connected is playing at the moment, and I still want to make a Utena music video to it. A Utena/Anthy & Juri/Shiori video, that is. The lyrics couldn't be any more appropriate, and every time I hear them I think of all the great scenes from the series and movie that could be used. Anthy wearing the table cloth, movie-Shiori with wings, Juri's clothes on the floor, Anthy/Shiori breaking Utena's/Juri's heart...
(...)
So you're super-connected now
All the freaks gather 'round
And the crowd in your bedroom waits
For a piece of your personal space
Are there heart-strings connected
To the wings you got slapped on your back?
Better climb in a window 'cos I'm closing the door...
On your third broken window
With your hair full of glass
Saw your clothes in the hallway
Just a curtain on your back
(...)
Are there heart-strings connected
To the poisons coming out of your mouth?
Are you super-connected?
Are you super-connected now?
(...)
A quick note in closing: I watched the first part of the television adaptation of "The Mists of Avalon" that aired on CTV this evening. The second part follows this coming Saturday. I won’t say too much about it yet, except that Viviane and Morgaine are supposed to be extremely short, and Viviane has BLACK HAIR! Not red, black! And why the hell is she wearing so much makeup?
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Date: 2002-02-14 09:40 am (UTC)i hope you take this with an open mind.. i know that you have been waiting .. you asked for this ..and to have someone see you isn't always a comfortable thing .. in this case i pray you embrace it...
light and love always
angel
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Date: 2002-02-14 10:23 am (UTC)I don't let it bother me too much. After all, being creative is just another way of baring your soul, isn't it? :)